Monday, June 25, 2012

So, it's cherry season and I have a rather painterly ap on my phone.....

This is what happens when they don't put a fierce guard next to new concrete. Hi Doug and Cliff and Max and S who loves S. On the steps to our roof, Shithead Billy is immortalized.....I wonder where he is now?

So -- grass on the High Line

and a butterfly

and a woman, bold as brass, picking berries. Gosh, so I took her photo. Me :"Oh, er, um..... I didn't think we were.......er...."

She: "They're blah-blah berries. Would you like to try one?"

Me:"No, no, absolutely not."

So she went back to picking them. I really have got to stop policing the globe; it's getting too tiring.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

A collection of odds and ends today. I think it would be rather fun to play in a sea of newly poured concrete. Here outside London Terrace.

June is really not prime fur coat weather. Here on a side street near Penn Station.

Taken from the High Line near 26th Street. Kobra (and his minions) are painting a psychedelic rendition of the iconic end-of-WW2 photo.

The Morgan Library at lunch time. We sit near two women in Hamburglar costumes. Similar but not exactly alike. Did they plan this? Are they sisters? A mystery. I recommend the current Winston Churchill exhibition. What vivid precise language he used. How appalling (and typically English) his school reports were.